This is a song about "Welcome to my rap game it s real this is survival of the fitest do or die i m a reaper so u best fear your doomsday of facing me is drawing near"

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes is it real or

Suicide i dont give a fuck it your life so you decide it do or die

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang presents

This is what i do, due to my lack of friends

And i'm somali so i guess i'm just tryna eat bread

I play the best of my game, it blasts through a tape cassette,

Tell the homies i'm in heaven and they ain't got hoods

This is the name of the game, i hate the way that it looks,

This is the pinnacle of rap

I know the world been waiting for that

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

On the phone, cooking dope, at the same damn time

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess